A change in physical appearance wasn't going to make a difference to Remus, nor was a hooded shirt. He'd know the boy anywhere. He could shave his head and get a nosejob, and Remus Lupin would still know James Potter's only son. Especially when Lily's vibrant green eyes looked up at him. No, no one loved Lily the way Remus had and didn't recognise those eyes.
He wasn't, however, expecting Harry to be there, in the place he'd found so comforting earlier. Though he'd known the young man was around, he hadn't wanted to invade his space. Harry had changed; war changed everyone, Remus knew that as well as anyone. And he knew that Harry had been forced into a role no one should have at his age. No one should have ever. Neither may live while the other survives, his arse. They'd asked too much of him, and as much as Remus had tried to take some of the burden on to himself, no one could relieve Harry of his ultimate task.
But he'd loved this boy. Dearly. From the moment James had placed the infant in his arms, he knew he'd protect him with his life. Remus knew why James had picked Sirius to be Harry's godfather. And he hadn't faulted him that. Nor did he fault Harry for choosing his godfather first for most everything. But now? Now, all those years later, he was all that was left, and he didn't know how to protect him. Fighting evil he could do. Fighting one's inner demons? That was something no one could do except Harry.
"Harry," he said simply, looking into the eyes that had won over half of the wizarding world. Little did most of those who celebrated the man actually know of the boy underneath. But Remus did. Not to the extent that he'd have liked; but he knew Harry Potter. He knew him well. And loved him despite it. "How are you?"